CHAPTER XIV 



* HE loved to lie where his wakeful eye 



Could keep me still in sight, 

 Whence a word or a sign, 

 Or a look of mine, 



Brought him like light." 



CAROLINE BOWLES SOUTHEY. 



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"AHERE was a dear little lady and 

 her beautiful daughter, friends of 

 mamma's, who visited us at the 

 island; and they loved little dogs, too. I 

 found that out, first of anybody; and soon I 

 used to venture up to the little lady when 

 the evening lamps were lighted, and she 

 looked so dainty and pretty, though dressed 

 all in deepest black, soft and clinging. 



I would stand right before her, and look 

 straight into her gentle face that bore such 

 traces of sadness when she was alone. I 

 would try to speak, out of my great, brown 

 eyes, and say to her: 



'I love you, 'cause I know you love little 

 dogs, and I long to comfort you; now 



